Lyrics:
Trick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
(Yeah, and the boy Bow Wow in the building, haha)
My swag to official, man
(Ayy, Soulja my swag too, man)
Y'all
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
you might fall and bust your ass
No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass
I hear 'em, but they talking under masks
Stop throwing
as fuck
As I leave, believe I'm stompin'
But when I come back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
high
lambo wheels ridin & ridin & riden
soulja boy fly & im fly & im fly
oh, oh, oh, oh. TWITTER
(Soulja boy talkin)
you no what im saying mane
im all
on lock when that nigga slanging pickle
Who got Benz, a prowler, playboy, and a Vette
Tell the truth--who fucked ya on the same night when we met?
Now,
a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
I tell the plug mail them
Which way? dat way, tell 'em, aye
Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha)
Bad
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Baby, you know that I miss you, I wanna get with you tonight
But I cannot, baby girl, and that's the issue
Girl, you know
ringin'
And I can still hear 'em singin' in the neon
Yeah it don't get no better
Than this road I'm on
That old white line is crooked
As were
by so very slow
Oh, I hope that it won't end though
Alone
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it
boy
Then you're going to get to feel the bite
Yeah so keep on lookin' at me that way
That way we can move this along
I can finish sweepin' her off
a mass-occur
Like you're watchin' a church gathering take place lookin' boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay", that's all they say, lookin' boy
You get a thumbs up,
real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you
get, the more my ambition tells there's more
I'll move an eighth for that girl, I'll move a half for that boy
Then I flip that,double up, kick back,
kush burn one
[FREESTYLE]
I stick em up, you know I hit em up
Patnas can't get em up, choppa bullets ate em up
Zone 6 it dangerous, we don't talk
One, two
Go ahead, throw a chain on, nigga
Tell them boys where you came from, nigga
Tell 'em boys why I stay up late
Tryna say, tryna say,
music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
"Where you stay?"
She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High"
Okay, I know that's borderline
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
I would tell you that I loved
think we're good together
Baby, just forget 'em and
Let bygones be bygones
Baby, I can't go it alone
'cause you're the one that I want
You can be
tell me that I ain't so fashionable
An' I owe the man a million bucks a year
So I told 'em where to stick the fancy label
It's just me and the road
give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't
let me in
Tell 'em it's Game but these hoes call me ESPN
Sent Nipsey and Kendrick on tour, I had to set the trend
Before that, do you remember what
she's thinkin' of me
Why I'm not there only heaven knows
Heaven knows that's where I'd rather be
Get at 'em boys, go back home
Back to the girl you
be sure
I'll lay you eight to five that we'll meet Dorothy Lamour (yeah, get in line)
Off on the road to Morocco
Hang on till the end
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